Lyrics:
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
I’m on that album shit, bitch
Got my nigga Philthy up in this motherfucker
(Got my nigga Philthy up in here) what up?
(What up?) j Stalin
Chill shit
in it
You see they diss us, but they ain't hate us
They wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made
down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
shots run right through ya
I never knew ya
'Cause I'm not a trick
You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the piggity-pig
I get away quickity-quick
wilin nigga
I'm twice that body nigga
About 100 miles an hour nigga
Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, Ball Out
Give it up, give it
time
We keep the courts loaded
Some of us supposed to be free
I think the judge knows it
I'm in the streets now
I passed by the homeless
Then I passed by
time
We keep the courts loaded
Some of us supposed to be free
I think the judge knows it
I'm in the streets now
I passed by the homeless
Then I passed by
Ain't gone never be shit"
So it's quit's two videos later
She's on your dick (Bitch)
When your albums selling, she "Don't Worry
Be Happy" bragging to her
and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
Tell us what you want, we'll give you what you need
Just show respect for your daddy, little girl,
You know you never bite the hand that feeds.
Your
fucked and papa ducked out
Look at us murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house
Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage
Bring chaos causin'
f***ed and papa ducked out
Look at us murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house
Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage
Bring chaos causin'
(Hamza Mahdi)
(Uh Yeah)
Y'all been fugazi
Never chase the paper, man the paper only chase me
But this P.C.E paper chasing entertainment
You can't be
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
I put the helmet on my mic and tackle MC's
I break backs of fat tracks and freeze
And get up on these, and hit your knees
Trick, can do what you do,
daddy on teenage love
He got ??? to my tape by see nigga Dub
Got his dome in a hug, muffed his broad back with one hand
Tried to pop, it must've been
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
people keep on
Doubting you, you gotta make a move
If you get it by yo
Self then you ain't gotta go to school
But the trick is that you
Gotta know
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